"Director Nie, this is not appropriate."
Qiao En resisted.
Mr. Nie seized Qiao En's wrist, and his mouth, reeking of alcohol, leaned in to kiss her.
Qiao En hastily turned away, his wet lips and tongue brushing her cheek.
A surge of disgust abruptly welled up inside her.
"Whether it's appropriate or not, I'm the one who decides."
Seeing Qiao En uncooperative, Mr. Nie used his other hand to firmly grip her chin.
The force was so strong that Qiao En's cheek immediately turned white.
"It hurts."
She hissed in pain, tears welling up in her eyes in an instant.
But Mr. Nie showed no intention of showing mercy or holding back.
He leaned over and forcefully kissed Qiao En on the lips.
This kiss was, by far, the most disgusting Qiao En had ever experienced.
The disgust was overwhelming, as if a storm churned within her, trying to burst out.
And she, had to endure this revolting feeling.
"Mmm~"
